Mattaman McKearnee
August 17, 2007
On Being a Food Writer and Hence, a Food Expert
August 20, 2007

There was a symphony of dust
Laid at his feet
For Tuesday

By the ocean
Side, boys of war
And there he
Went aground in tents

Sloppy fabric, he tacked
The four frayed edges
Of the muslim together

Wherein he sat, amidst
The dust, his son excitable,

There, by Tarsus,
By the flicker of a figure
Irate by canvas
On a summer’s day,
Could hear the tourists
Mattaman’s impregnable

God damn the Jews!!
Their hats are incomplete!!

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